Jan 25, 2022
Is takuma a good boy? A little meow meow ?
"Excuse me? A what?"
Creme meanwhile is absolutely beside himself
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Is takuma a good boy? A little meow meow ?
"Excuse me? A what?"
Creme meanwhile is absolutely beside himself
❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜ for Takuma
@nezumivc103221
'Adam blamed Eve, Eve blamed the serpent and the serpent didn’t have a leg to stand on.'
And thus Eve tempted man with the apple that would change their lives forever. And tempted he was. Seated at his desk in the office that had been so familiar it felt more like a home than where he slept, that familiarity was no more. His own Eve, his own temptation, straddling his lap, knee 9on either side of his legs and watching him with something not quite challenge in his eyes and not quite yearning. Heat coiled between their bodies like the true serpent of tale and Takuma reminds himself that he's not a religious man.
In his office everything had a proper place and while Nezumi had carved out his own place here, both in the building and in the Nakamura head's life, Takuma wasn't sure exactly where that place sat. Was there even anything proper about it? He scarcely remembers when the corners of his life started feeling more lonely without the other man in them. He liked to think himself a man hard to surprise, but somewhere over these last months he'd been truly surprised to faced with loneliness he had long since shoved away. filed neatly in a drawer that he hardly needed.
His head tilts up a little, eyes meeting, faces so close that he can feel Nezumi's breath as one hand raises to run his fingers along the other's arm. Up his forearm, along further and across his shoulder before fingertips glide along the smooth skin of his neck to his jaw.
He'd gladly accept the taste of the apple, even it tore all of eden down around them, just to have the ability to see.
It's his last thought before he pulls Nezumi's face down to his and let's their lips meld together.
[ TEETH ] for your muse to bite my muse [ Nezumi gonna bite Takuma's hand if he gets too close ¬¬ NO TOUCHY ]
@nezumivc103221
Another normal day for Takuma, at least what had now become his normal. Going from the office, picking up something perhaps more expensive than necessary in terms of food, and heading to the building that held his hidden songbird. The steps are familiar. Moving almost on autopilot after the few weeks it's been. It was probably not for the best that these exchanges have become some of the most exciting parts of his week but he can hardly help it, a thrill just from the flash in Nezumi's eyes. Gorgeous when they'd train themselves at him.
So this is a night like usual, emptying his belongings with the guard, door locking again behind him as he makes his way in, bag hanging from his hand, the gentle aroma of food emitting from it.
"Good evening, Nezumi. I'm trying someplace new tonight so I hope the food is to your liking. I'm still learning what things you prefer so please bear with me." The bag gets gently placed on the wooden table in the center of the room. "And I got you water, soda, and tea. I couldn't quite picture you drinking soda but I'm not one to judge and I suppose it's nice from time to time." Not that he drank the stuff but some of his men seemed to enjoy it. His words are a bit of a pleasant ramble as he sheds his suit jacket and loosens his tie a little. Should he be making himself comfortable? Perhaps not. But surely it was alright with them sharing a meal.
He looks up at Nezumi again and studies him for just a moment before reaching a hand out to gently fix hair out of place. Takuma's desire to feel how soft had been pretty immediate upon meeting, but he wouldn't without an excuse such as this. But even with an excuse, the Nakamura head should have realized that his stray kitten wouldn't allow him so close. A head turns, teeth biting into his hand, the knuckle between index and middle finger. It's a hard, powerful bite, and he's sure skin has been broken, but he doesn't flinch back. Takuma's eyebrows lift in surprise, mischief lighting in them, lips tugging up, showing just the hint of white teeth.
He uses the angle to twist his hand out of the grasp of the other's mouth (It hurts. Beautiful.) and grip his jaw firmly in his hand. Takuma's smile is more of a smirk still, an animal staring down at prey, some of that cool composure cracking to reveal just a hint of something animalistic beneath, eyes dark and flashing. There's heat in them.
"Oh my sweet bird, hasn't anyone ever told not to bite the hand that feeds you?"
💋 Takeo and Takuma
@welivetoserve
💋 Raum & Beyonce Takuma 😳
@cantuscorvi
text to Takuma: [ Tell your dick I miss him! Sending kisses! xoxo 💋come home safe! ]
@nezumivc103221
Takuma can't quite pinpoint the exact moment their relationship changed from something purely business to....a blurred line. Identity a puzzle, a knot that he couldn't work out no matter how hard he tried to untangle it. It slowly became taking breaks in the master bed in the apartment that Nezumi was living in, Takuma dozing off to the sound of the other reading, the turning of pages and gentle breathing. Then something hotter, heavier, a foot massage after hours in heels becoming....his head becomes hazy when he starts to remember, blood rushing in his ears in a way it hasn't in many years. Not like this.
Miyasaki is prattling on beside him as they talk, nothing important really, just a mutual acquaintance and whether or not Miya could get more out of their meeting that evening than strictly business.
His personal phone vibrates in his pocket and he pulls it out robotically, checking the screen, unworried. The only people who actively texted this number rarely had anything pressing and Sei knew to call him if something was urgent. He replied faster that way. So he wasn't prepared for the text he received, something like an exhale mixed with a choking sound escaping the back of his throat.
Miya immediately stops speaking, eyes narrowing on Takuma's phone.
"Sorry, something came up and I have to go. Text me how the meeting goes." Takuma waves a hand, steps increasing in speed as he diverts to the elevator, moving down to the garage as he types.
(Text to N) :: you can tell him yourself. You'd better be prepared when I return, I'm not coming over to sleep this time.
lingerie, spanking and semi-public for Takuma 👀
@distopea
Kink Rating! - I've had issues with bold working for me on mobile so CROSS OUT = THE ANSWER!
Han 🤝 Takuma having big titties barely contained by their shirts
@mugunghwc
He isn't sure if this is a good thing or not.